A Meme of a Different Kind

Perhaps it’s age.  Perhaps it’s fate. Perhaps it’s the amount of time I dedicate to watching ‘Who Do You Think You Are?’ on BBC Knowledge in the middle of the day.  For some reason what started out for me as a mild fascination with history when I was a child is fast turning into a fixation.

 

Drum roll please.  Introducing the man who started it all for me: 

My Great-Grandfather, Mutambuka wa Rutogogo.

 

shwenkuru-mutambuka 

This is a touched up photograph of a much, much older one currently in the possession of the Rev.

 

Mutambuka wa Rutogogo, later christened Mark by clerics of the Church Missionary Society, was one of the greatest medicine men in the larger Karagwe region in the early 20th century.  So strong is the memory of Mutambuka that one of the larger thoroughfares in Kabale town is named Mutambuka Road.

 

Anthropologist May Mandelbaum Edel, in her book ‘The Chiga of Western Uganda’ describes her visit with my great-grandfather in 1933. 

Mutambuka, leader of one of the clans, was now old and blind:

He has about 17 living wives, having had 21 in all, and was long one of the most important men in these parts.  He has a tremendous household, with more small children than I have ever seen before, all tumbling about fairly naked.  The place was not so filthy as a smaller one would be.  There were squads at work making beer in many large pots.  He spoke to me for four hours, Blasio interpreting.  If what he told me is true, there was no unit here higher than the clan, whose leader had what judicial and war-leadership authority here was.  But of elaborate or even land-tenure-arranging functions, there could be found no trace.

 

Oral history in my family says Mutambuka’s father, Rutogogo wa Rwancuro, traveled across Lake Bunyonyi and settled on Bukora hill in Kabale.  With him he brought the iron working knowledge that defined the Urewe culture.  Rutogogo and his family were called the Baheesi – a word that literally means blacksmith.  They became central to Kiga culture and the Baheesi clan is one of the largest and most prominent among the Bakiga today.

 

Why Mutambuka diverted from his family’s business into the world of medicine and spiritualism is not known.  It is said people flocked from Nkore, Rwanda, Burundi and the Congo to receive treatment from Mutambuka and to witness his powerful divination.

 

Mandelbaum Edel again:

One day in the middle of August, I visited Mutambuka.  He did not deny he had been one of the most powerful magicians in these parts; and we were for the most part able to understand each without too much crisscrossing and repetition. We were interrupted by other people coming around, so on this occasion we did not get very far.  He was an intelligent old man, not influenced much by the new situation.  He had served as sub-chief until his blindness became too pronounced.

 

A 1921 letter from A C Stanley Smith of the CMS written during his mission to Kabale reads:

One of their great chiefs has been attending Dr Sharp for treatment. He is rather a grand and pathetic figure, is old Mutambuka. For by his outstanding personality, his skill as a medicine man and by his many acts of kindness rarely found in a heathen, he had raised himself to a position of great influence in the country. But corneal ulceration destroyed his sight. In spite however of his blindness, he is still the most popular judge and the cleverest too amongst the Bachiga.

 

Clearly the missionaries knew nothing.

 

A muzungu friend of mine was totally unimpressed by my findings until I reminded her that the written history of Uganda is only 100 years old.  There is so much more that I should know, that I never will.

 

 

The Rev tells me that Mutambuka died about 1938.  His son, Blasio Mutana, took over as family head at Bukora and the rest of his siblings moved to other areas in the Kigezi region.

 

The Rev can go back many generations in his genealogy.  But when I called him at about 7 a.m. this morning, he was too groggy to remember them all.

 

This is what he could recall:

Katoozo, father or Shumbusha

Shumbusha*, father or Bebwa

Bebwa, father of Nyarugago

Nyarugago, father of Kyomya

Kyomya, father of Rwancuro

Rwanchuro, father of Rutogogo

Rutogogo, father of Mutambuka

Mutambuka, father of Mutana

Mutana, father of Mugarura-Mutana

Mugarura-Mutana, father Asiimwe, Bwandungi, Ayebare, Twongyeirwe and Tumwijuke.

 

 

I want to know more!!

 

* Shumbusha is not, despite what it sounds like in Ugandanese, some version of the word ‘samosa’.  It is a common name among the Banyambo and Bahaya in Tanzania and may even go back to Israel.  Some of my relatives contend that it is a derivative from the Jewish name M’shum Busha.

 

** In discussing this post with a member of the blogren today, he said it was completely against the spirit of everything I espoused in my much debated post, “I am not my Tribe”, which was written a year ago.  What can I say?  I am flaky and have I have no real convictions apart from those I have today. ;-)

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23 Comments to “A Meme of a Different Kind”

  1. When I tried to trace my history, it all ended on my great-grandmother. It seems the women in my family were more known than the men. And knowing your history doesn’t make you your tribe honey so you’re not flaky.

  2. Now i find out that we share a hobby. Let me get my act together and see if i can draw the branches of my tree…

  3. Funny, the way we all are in one way or another drawing up family trees….

  4. You’re lucky. I’d be interested to learn how a medicine-man’s grandkid turned out a man of the Cloth.
    What about Easter weekend plans? Kyalinda email yo mukwano.

  5. Just went over and read the ‘You are not your Tribe’. Interesting post esp in light of your recent post re: the ‘sermon’ from Rev and his missus on the good stuff Bakiga folks ate/eat.
    As for me, my tribe forms a huge part of who I am-my name, my language,even how I speak the English language (I’ve noticed a lot of the people I work with also ask questions and answer themselves in discussions-suggesting they might be thinking in their languages even as they do what? Speak in English), my outlook on some-not all things. A lot indeed. That irrespective of where I am or have been to as an adult.
    I see no reason why anyone should not be proud of their tribe, after all, even countries with one tribe and one religion go to long-lasting wars-e.g. Somalia. It’s all about resources. OK, out of topic already, but I am a Mugikuyu.

  6. So when Mutambuka became Mark, did he let go of the other wives and stay with one?(this has always puzzled me)

    you called your dad at 7:00am to ask him this?…Not that it’s not important but 7:00am?

    me, i am as lost as they come. My parents are from different tribes and i don’t even know where i fall because i am more in touch with my mother’s tribe than i am with my dad’s…and then when i went back on my dad’s side it was so confussing with bu almost incestrous bu things hidden in there. 1st cousins marrying each other it got me so confused!

  7. HEEEEEEEEEEY! I know this guy! I think I have his nose.

  8. Ok,I’d better start on mine, somewhere among the Iteso in Usuk. Thanks Tumwi

  9. Even me i’m off to find out mine. Time to call paps

  10. I don’t think this contradicts I am Not My Tribe. I mean, the old man was a remarkable figure, clearly a man worth respect and honour, without a doubt an ancestor to be proud of.

    But he is him and you are you.

    In fact this post actually makes IANMT argument stronger. For example, the Mutambuka’s father Rutogogo started the Baheesi clan. It wasn’t there before. What if someone had told him he cannot define his own personality and his own time and his own place in the world but must conform to whatever clan structure there was before. There would be no Baheesi.

    And what about Shumbusha? Clear evidence that there were not always Bachiga. There was once something else that changed and adapted and evolved into Bachiga, and the Tanzanian Banyambo and Bahaya.

    History shows us that things change. What I learn from this is not that I should conform to the old culture, but that I should blaze my own trail, and be my own man, so one day my descendants will speak of me the way you speak of the Great Mutambuka

    You notice that I am referring to him in a very English, way, right? “The Great Mutambuka”.

  11. After Mr Bazanye waxes serious like that, this is what I learn from your post: your Great Grand dad must have had a big position among the rastas of old Kigezi.

  12. lol @The Phantom…personally i think your great grand dad was cool..i like the hair..i didnt know they did it like that those days.. I can only trace my history to my grandfather..just like Carol my parents are from different tribes and i am more familier with my mums said but sadly it all ends at my grandparents who both sides i bearly knew…This is a wake up call i so need to give father a call…

  13. This is interesting. I like that there’s a photo to go with this. Naye, you, I had my knives panga-d (a luganda pun, if you will)as I read this, but you’re too clever: you disarmed me by discounting the Shumbusha image I had, and the ‘I am not my tribe’ reminder.

  14. This is amazing tumwi…no words!

  15. I beg of you please, consider a great memorial for the great Mutambuka. Lets together build a small library on Mutambuka road in which anyone with bits of information on our history can deposit, photos, stories from those times, books, diaries etc… Then, let’s try and do the same for everyone who makes this kind of progress in any town, village or tribe of Uganda. Will you? Please…

  16. Ndungi, the hair, the nose… the man is surely your Great Grand Gramps!!!

    Great piece, girl. I guess, in a way, this knowledge liberates you. Knowing who you are, where you come from, is nice. Gives you some sort of backbone. And now, you can go on and do your thing, like Obama… MY family has been threatening to put the family tree together, I am sure the big ONA would be jealous if he saw this and make all of us go to work!!

    Hey what about the one on your mum’s side? You should do one as well! I’m from a mixed family (Tribe wise)and it just bugs me the way most Ugandans just totally downplay their mum’s families. I think I’m every much a part of my mum’s family as my dad’s. I never want to downplay one for the other.

  17. @Samuel Gummah

    Our people would see that as a temple or shrine and would WORSHIP and eventually he’d be a prophet in people’s mind blah blah blah

    @ ONA Nose AND hair?! I’m a loose goose now!

    @ Tumwi sorry to chat here. I just like looking at the guy. Wonder what was in his mind.

    BTW, filthy? In comparison to what, London? New York? Where people pee beside a building made of cement? Pathetic? With children surrounding him, respect from all facets but just ill… somehow that equals pathetic. Hey… I’m just sayin’.

  18. He looks regal and imposing… like the African warriors of old. Any guess when this picture may have been taken?

  19. for real this is your great gran dad? i am totally amazed i must start digging into the fossils of my past. but wow i am still amazed…. medicicne man? at that? lol! but wow, wow!

  20. Baz, am late to this turn in the comments but it seems to me like you are advocating continual change for the sake of continual change instead of the change having a point. I mean when the granddad formed this new clan there sure must have been some good reasons like sharing of resources and suchlike. Not simply to discard the past just because it is the past.

    As for the importance of tribe and how it defines one, we had a long passionate argument on that, but I think this clearly shows that whether you agree with your past or not, it is a vital part of your identity and it does matter a great deal. The past determines what kind of future you strive to make, and identity.

  21. Iwaya I am not advocating for change for change’s sake. I am not advocating for change at all. A lot of the time I don’t want things to change. But change happens anyway, without the help of any advocates, and I am just saying that this is an example of the fact that that happens. We don’t have to want it, we rarely even get to plan it. But change takes place. We are all victims of it’s unstoppable march. Our tribes three generations ago, and the identity they gave us, were the result of constantly-changing nature of society. And our tribal status now, in a globalised world, in a multi-tribal city at least, is also the result of changes that must be acknowledged and understood, and not denied.

    There is never any point in denying your past. It’s there and I am the consequence of it. But you have to understand that it is past. Look at your present, too. Your present makes the most significant part of your identity. I have Ganda roots, and that is part of my identity, but the fact that Luganda is my third language, and that the bulk of my life has been spent outside Buganda are things that, whether I like it or not, have a stronger influence on who I am than my grandfather’s blood in my veins.

    You are who you are, not who someone else was.

  22. Thats my great great grandpa! I see that pic evrytime I enter my grandmas house and a rush of pride runs through me…am proud to be a Mukiga ;) thanks Insomniac, just made my day

  23. All I know is that Mutambuka was a great man in Kabale. Everyone knows that. Not as famous as Ngorogoza but we all know he was a great man. However, many of us the young generation have no clue of who he was or what he did. Thanks for sharing. We all want to know.

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